Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

With an empty stomach I look at smoke rising from nearby kitchens.
Having bidden farewell to dumplings and steamed bread last year, my mouth still waters thinking of them.
There is little room for mindfulness but much for despair.
From a hundred neighboring houses, no one gives to the monastery.
Visitors come for tea, but not finding a treat, they leave unhappy.